All Chapters of Claimed by My Alpha’s Lycan Boss: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

NICHOLAS POV:‘Go up to her.’The old woman stood ahead of us without moving.Then suddenly, a wave of fog passed through where she stood.And she vanished."Where did she go?" Diana asked beside me.‘That’s her trick,’ Morveth said inside my head. ‘She did the same thing when Aurelian came here.’I smirked slightly.“An old woman with tricks? Sounds like a witch to me.”Diana looked toward the mountain quietly while the fog moved around us.“We keep moving,” I said.We continued climbing upward.The mountain felt colder the higher we went. The fog thickened around the trees while rocks crunched beneath our feet. Soon I could barely see behind us anymore.Then finally, I saw it.A small hut sitting near the edge of the mountain.It was made of dark wood and surrounded with old stone.The place looked ancient.“She must be there,” I muttered.Then suddenly, I heard it.A low, deep growl coming from somewhere beside us.I started walking toward it slowly.I stopped immediately.Another

IRIS POV: I stopped the car at the base of the mountain and stared through the windshield. Something was wrong. The fog was gone, all of it. Every single time I had ever looked at this mountain, day or night, there was always fog sitting around it so thick you couldn't see past the first line of trees. Now there was nothing. Just the mountain, clear and open all the way to the top like it had never been covered. "What the fuck," I said quietly. I sat there for a moment looking at it. Then I put the car in drive and started up. The road up the mountain was narrow and rocky and my car moved slowly over it. The whole mountain felt completely different without the fog, wider somehow. I reached the top and parked and stepped out. My eyes found Aurelian immediately. He was digging. A large hole in the ground near the treeline, dirt covered his arms and hands. I walked toward him slowly. Then I stopped, staring at the ground. Two wolves lay on the ground. Both dead, their bodies

IRIS POV:The gates were already open when we pulled in. Men dressed in black were standing around the entrance of the mansion and my eyes moved past them toward the grounds and I stopped walking."What the hell," I said.Bodies were everywhere. But they weren't fresh bodies and that was the thing that made my stomach drop. They were dried. Every single one of them lying on the ground looked like they had been dead for a hundred years, their skin pulled tight over their bones, their faces sunken, their clothes were still fresh but the people inside them completely hollow.I looked at Aurelian. His jaw was tight and he kept walking forward.We moved closer and the men in black were gathered around one spot near the entrance steps where a man was sitting on the ground wrapped in a blanket, shaking so hard it was visible from a distance.One of the men in black stepped toward Aurelian."He was left alive on purpose," he said quietly. "The killer spared him to pass a message to you."Aure

NICHOLAS POV:"How will he know?"'He may feel it,' Morveth said. 'After all, I was once in him before the curse was passed to Aurelian.'"Hmm."We'd been driving for hours when at last the borders came into view.The border checkpoint was quiet when we pulled up. Two men were standing at the gate and the moment one of them leaned down to the window his eyes moved to my face. And the moment he saw my face, recognition hit his face. He straightened up slightly."Alpha Nicholas," he said. "We weren't expecting you through here. Shouldn't you be on a private flight?""I'm keeping a low profile," I said.He looked at the car for a second then nodded and stepped back. The gate opened and I drove through.'Ask for the Draven mansion,' Morveth whispered inside my head."I'll find it," I said quietly.'Don't waste time, Nicholas. Aurelian is already on our trail, we have to get there fast. Draven is the final meal.'I kept driving.We moved deeper into the territory and the roads got busier a

NICHOLAS POV:I stepped inside and stopped walking for a second. The inside of the mansion was something else entirely. The ceilings were high, dark wood, everything was clean and expensive. The place looked like it had been built around one person's taste.Draven walked ahead of me to a cabinet against the far wall and poured into a glass and I walked over and stretched my hand out to collect it.He walked right past me like my hand wasn't there. He moved to the other side of the room and pulled his ring off his finger and set it inside a small drawer and pushed it shut. Then he turned back and took a slow sip from the glass himself.I looked at my own empty hand for a second then walked to the cabinet and poured myself a drink."Did he put up a fight?" Draven asked.I looked at him. "Who?""Paul," he said.I smirked. "He couldn't," I said. "Morveth didn't give him that chance."Draven stopped and looked at me."So that jerk finally found someone dumb enough to fall for his trap," he